My name is Oscar Goldman. I was born and raised in the cold depths of Northern Canada. As a child I was was brought up in a remote hunting community by my father who was a very skilled hunter and fisherman, my mother died when she gave birth to my youngest sister. Being the only boy of his three children he took it upon himself to teach me the ways of the land and how to blend in with the nature as well as how to use a gun and a knife. When I Turned 18 I wound up joining the military to become a scout overseas, it was really hard leaving my trusty Toyota 4runner behind since it was the only thing I loved. All was good and well until everything went to hell late 2014 resulting in me getting summoned by the Canadian Armed Forces to provide support with the UN to the critical situation that happened in Chernarus, but I am sure you've already heard how all of that went down. Two years later now and I am the last man to live from my unit, I now live out in the forests of the Black Mountain hunting wild game and going back to my roots of living off the land and scouting cities for medical supplies. Every now and again I have survivors stumbling near my makeshift shelter and I try to help them out in which ever way I can, sometimes their injured and other times they are just plain lost so I do my best to point them in the right direction. But as the months have gone by it seems that more infected are moving to the forests moving closer and closer; I am left with no choice but to leave that which I have built with my own hands and stay on the move. Only time will tell on what I will stumble upon in this dangerous world...